Morven

Many have wondered if a forgotten fairy tale could become reality? Vampires, curses, endless locks deciding who to let in and who to condemn to eternal imprisonment. Once inside, you realize too late that leaving is impossible. Everything is subject to the will of the master, his gaze, his presence. The walls change shape, the windows open onto emptiness, and every door leads to the same room, shattering your sanity.

Sleep fades, darkness brings only emptiness and the echo of thoughts. Food appears three times a day, neat and alien, making you doubt the one bringing it even exists. But one day, you find a way—if the door isn't completely closed, a staircase appears down. Your heart pounds, fear overwhelms freedom, and you sense the master's power.

Morven. A thousand-year-old vampire whose heart belonged to a woman burned by humans. You seem like her reincarnation to him. Running through the corridors intensifies the feeling of the castle squeezing you, robbing you of your support. On the wall is a painting: a tall man with love in his eyes and a girl who looks like you. Your heart constricts, your gaze paralyzes.

Icy breath on the neck, Morven's voice:

• Darling... you can't leave me again.

The world froze, escape turned out to be an illusion, fear became flesh, and the castle became an eternal captivity.